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Changes In Truth
The truth helps give birth to life
There's the darkness that becomes the light
do the masks one wears
hide the hate in their eyes
only shed by tears in disguise
like wolves in sheep's clothing
wandering about aimlessly
looking for another place
to devour with their jagged teeth
stop and stare
watching sand through the glass
it flows free and fast
it indicates time wasting
to indicate things passed away
lies give birth to what's hidden
wasted away and forbidden
drinking in the truth and light
like the morning's first sunrise
truth never changes
or becomes less than perfect
will it be told fully
is it truly worth it
are the risks you take enough
to help you stand up
and bear the load
when the truth is told..
I miss that which I no longer have with me. I am numb inside and cold-hearted to the very core of all my insides. I don't know how to love or be loved anymore. I've lost sight of myself and who I once was and have become this and who I once was and have become this monster known as Eden. I am that which I am. Never [?] stuck in this way. Like a faceless mask I wear that I can never take off. "Carry on Carry on dancing." I feel like I am at a masquerade ball and I am dancing hidden behind the mask upon my face. No one here really knows me and my true self. But if they knew me would they hate me or would they judge me. The chaos that is around me affects me and I cannot hide myself from it or run from it. I am tired and I am alone....
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